128 | June• 2018
Soon,theyhearvoices.
“Hey,” they call. “We’re here!”
It is 7.30am. The rescuers, back
inthecavetocheckthewaterlevel,
can’tbelievewhatthey’rehearing.
“A n d r e w? J a s o n? ” C h a r l e n e c a l l s.
“It’sus!Getusout!”theyshout.
Forthefirsttimesincehenearly
drowned16hoursearlier,asheis
attached to the pulley and pulled up
towards the entrance by rope, Jason’s
eyesillwithtears.
“We made it.”
have been moving for about 90 min-
utes as they make their way to the
entrance,onceinwaterthatcomes
up past their chests. Now, in a pas-
sage that is high enough for them
towalkupright,Jason,whoisabit
ahead, sees something licker in the
distance.
“Therearelights,Andrew!Isee
lights!” Part of him wants to be calm
buttheotherpartistooexcited.
Jason ploughs ahead, ex hausted,
sensing an end to the ordeal. PHOTO: ROB CAMPBELL
Andrew and Jason continue to explore Vancouver Island’s caves together
LIP SERVICE
Cleopatra had a special lipstick made for her, consisting of a
crushed mixture of ants and deep red carmine beetles.
MENTAL FLOSS